Butterfly Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Butterfly

Slow down and read this,
-imagine a tree
-cluster, sun-ripen
-on branch sit berries
-among them squeezed
-quiet, in waiting…
-you see me…
-I whisper:
- "She will come,
-she must come,
-she, sure comes."

Prepare a canvas
-in your mind for painting

She flies freely
-her colours range, vary
-like the white in prism
-but Michael Angelo
-or great Picasso
-or artists full of taste
-all in love, all patient
-take little by little
-make mixture
-then other, another

At edges are lines yet
-lineless and infinite
-heavy wings do resist
-the blow and breeze

She flies soft, sweet
- butterfly, my darling

And I am in waiting
-for her to come and kiss
-my sweet and soft lips

You will see suddenly
-my blood turns tears
-seeing her hit by car